No, It fucking hurt.
She was damn cute in her little cat get-up.
Her “paws” silky smooth, and her ears perky, I knew I had a reason to go trick-or-treating with her.
She was going to leave and her mom was waiting, she gave out hugs, and walked away.
I felt like SHIT, I didn’t get a hug.
…She almost gets away.
Then she turns around, runs back, and gives me the last of the good hugs.
I’ve got to be mediocre with my attitude, when I feel like shit.
Dunno if I can be the real Ampon on there anymore.
I want a lot to hear this, but thats the thing about Tumblr, it’s exclusive. Toasts to that.
Prolly really emotional on this shiz.
It’s more meaningful and real: I’m scared of being real with everyone.
I like when everyone is okay with me, it really does give me a good-feeling.
Holding this shit in though, hurts, and makes my throat hurt, especially when the shit that comes through it is never up-to-par with the real I spit on Tumblr.
No really, I am.
After all these months of being a man with my broski’s, I think i really did lose the old me. The one that would cater to every need of any women, just because we were friends. Ladies, see it as being a gentleman, the old me saw it as being a good friend, the fella’s see it as being whipped, but especially the new me sees it as being a pussy.
n. a guy that has no thought of which relates to the “bro-code”;
putting a woman, which has no ‘y’ chromosome, with any equality.
The double standards are fuckin’ fierce. I love the ladies, I also love being the symbol of MAN in my group of friends. This all goes back to the “bro-code”; man points; MLIB.
Those guys seem like they own everything thing, but really they have made decisions. They give and take certain groups of High school to really just be set into where ever they desire. There is nothing wrong with making your decisions, but here is my question for you.
“How do YOU know, where YOU want to end up, if YOU don’t really understand who YOU are?”
I gained a bad reputation, but man, my life is fun.
I’m sorry, like extremely sorry. I didn’t know your intentions were to actually have something romantic, like honestly. I’m a 15 year old man, who wanted his homecoming to just be an awesome time. This definitely put a new meaning to hypocrisy, pertaining to my last entry. The least you can do for me is stay sane, and understand, “I’m not looking for a girl, I’m looking for a party.” (There’s a quote right off the top of mah-dome.) - Ampon.
I had the sweetest night of the year so far, I didn’t mean to ruin yours. Ithought everything fit your needs for a homecoming.
- We became friends
- We slow danced
- You looked gorgeous
… and the last thing I ever want to do is make a girl cry at her homecoming.
Honestly? You’re crazy. I’m just doing me, on the danceflo’ with my friends. Yeah, they happen to be some of the most attractive girls in our grade, it doesn’t mean you have to get all jealous! Like, you TOLD me that you were just going to go off and dance with your fucking friends. And our last fucking dance, to the last fucking slow song, I saw the girl of my fuckin’ dreams standing alone because her date didn’t want to dance twice.
Me - “I see (one of her guy-friends) dancing alone, do you want to dance with him?”
You - *Look me in the eyes, pout a bit* “No, he’s just a friend.”
Trust me, I should be pissed at you.
I fell in love with being single, in a crowd of my best friends.
No attachments just that ‘club’ feel going on.
No worries, just some fist-pumps and rhythmic jumps.
My username is lose your brain,
And my password is asterisks,
Log on, sign in, input the masterdisk,
Light up the cancerstick,
And be ready to capture bliss,
24 hours a day, sex pervs, tech nerds,
video game experts, surf the networks wetturf,
but all that typing makes my pex burn,
and all that downloadable music makes my neck jerk,
and all those free movies when will shrek learn,
but Im the biggest pimp on the internet,
winterfresh, so watch your mouth and your fingers when you enter text,
No, I dont have a big ass fur coat a cane or a stack of bills moneyclipped,
But more hoes than santa clause on my buddy list,
Is something funny bitch?
A pimp slap to the smiley face is all these honeys get,
Thats right I am the internet pimp,
And if your profile picture meets with my approval,
You will get my IP address, the internet pimps address,
Stop hatin youd love to join my hot asian import car models where my top 8 is,
My friends list is endless, and if you wanna get in this send pics,
Why wait, log into myspace,
and write me a paragraph long comment about how Im great,
Im looking for 58s, tight waist, with a dimes face,
Maybe an older woman with a fine wines taste,
Okay okay, what havent I touched on,
Oh yea, f*ck tom!,
It aint personal but if you gonna steal my hoes let a person know, urgent bro,
And a ten picture limit isnt enough to showcase my urban clothes,
Im calling all internet whores,
azncutie69, bootylicious86, & sexy underscore hoodrat420 but no uglies,
the type that doesnt look good in pictures even if they had plastic surgery or photoshop touches,
I want some no strings attached or as I like to call it wireless sex,
A webcam with high resolution so I can admire there breasts,
When the firewire connects,
But its hard to google a good woman these days just ask jeeves,
I spent all last week, in front of my monitor with half asleep ass cheeks,
But I did talk to this one girl for awhile,
I mustve typed that rocks about twenty times on caps lock,
Until I found out she was a fat broad thank god,
The internet pimping game has changed since I came along, on aim Im god,
While youre just a matrix pawn,
Im fucking with a 3ghz while youre on a basic comp,
With dsl, we excelled, free email to send my skeet skeet tales,
I am the internet pimp, the highway of informations don juan,
Oh sh1t! dinners ready, Ill log back on once my moms gone.
I felt like a
- Building forts
- Playing video games
- Getting all that candy down
- Watching TV
… and mostly just sitting in the driveway gazing up at the stars at 5am.
4 years of friendship, and plenty more to go.
I’ve had your back for too long.
I’ve sit you down when you’re tempered.
I’ve lost all respect for you.
You don’t throw punches at the only friend you will ever have, cause like everyone else in the yard, we’ve had enough of your bullsheet.
When I walk away from the fight it’s because it’s over. No one won.
I lost a friend.
You lost everyone’s respect.
I’m lucky she happened to be in the neighborhood, I’m lucky she had open arms waiting for me.
You keep your muscle I’ll keep my restraint.
There goes another childhood friend.